The town of Osiala used to be a small, quiet Bassiluzzan town made in the honor of Osias himself. In the town center a statue of his likeness stood proud over the shrines at his feet and the houses surrounding him. The townsfolk honored their late leader in the day through their work, and in the night by feasting and drinking in his name. Osias had stood up to Eternal even when the other lords had kneeled and submitted. Even when there was no hope, he stood defiant and declared that a power-hungry wizard would never oppress his people. He stood until he was struck again and again by purple lightning from the disgraced shaper's hands.
Nowadays, the town has grown significantly with the influx of misfits, warriors, and revolutionaries from all across Aiolia. The elders tell newcomers of the legend of Osias' defiance and all shout in celebration within the great hall. The statue stands as proud as ever, but now he looks out onto a town of forges, armories, and barracks encased within it's defensive walls. He welcomes home the raiders who disrupt the supply lines of nobles and they look up to him, hoping that he'd be proud of their effort.
One morning, however, thunderous booms struck again and again in the distance. The sounds fell into a strict rhythm, not once out of line. It had to be an enemy army marching towards the town. A horn was sounded and everyone set into motion. The young, sick, and elderly all retreated to the hall while all able bodies either took up defensive positions on the wall or stood in front of the gate to meet their enemy. Meanwhile, the rhythm kept it's pace and grew louder each passing second. It became so loud that it could not possibly be natural human footsteps. These were golems.
The Osialan warriors maintained their position, protecting the town's gate while the inhuman marching drew closer and closer. Finally, the enemy was visible to the defending force. Six rows of full iron golems with five in each rank lead by a smaller clay golem in front. The leader among the defenders turned back to look at his brothers and sisters in arms and shouted "We will defend the revolution unto our last breath, men! For we will meet again in Secuga!"
The warriors of Osiala charged towards the golems, shouting and yelling for the revolution. However, the golems all suddenly stopped and stood still, even as warriors drew closer and the ballistae fired. Within an instant, every iron golem dropped to the ground in a kneel, except for one whose gourd had been impaled by a ballista shot. The clay golem, still stationary, unfurled a scroll and declared "I bear the message and gift from great Vassila!" To which the warriors stopped in confusion.
"Hold your fire! Stop the charge!" The leader shouted. The warriors withdrew and muttered amongst themselves. Who are these creatures if not enemies? The clay golem looked upon the warriors and back to its scroll, beginning to read aloud with a voice coming from a glowing rune on its chest.
"Do not be afraid, my brave warriors. I present to you an offering from my children to the children of Bassiluzzo. Thirty iron golems and my clay page shall serve you in this war.
Your cause is most noble, and it is my best interest that Eternal is a threat no more. It would truly be a most beautiful alliance to merge our two families. Unfortunately, however, I cannot bestow my full favor due to my position in the court. I do hope my generous delivery shall be sufficient for now.
-With much love,
With that, the clay golem took its great hand and wiped the glowing rune off of its chest, muting itself forevermore. The Osialans stood amazed at the pacified force of golems kneeling at their feet. "What shall we do with them, my lord? Surely we can't trust these metal beasts, right?" The leader stood in thought for a moment before looking back towards his home. Osias' statue stood tall over the wall, staring towards everyone in sheer stoicism. Despite the unmoving eyes and speechless mouth, the leader could sense that somewhere Osias himself was assuring him. "They will stay with us. We will always need more hands to strike our foe." And so the statue in the town center stood proud and welcomed thirty more into Osiala.